Get Angry, Torment, Hate

2024 Author: Harry Day | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-17 15:43

Get angry, torment, hate.

The white wolf slowly runs through the snow, merging with it, it's cold, the wind carries your breath to the pole, you can't hear the noise of rain shedding tears, there is no feeling of coming unhappiness, everything is covered with snow. Cold. It seems that there was already someone here before me, as if the cold was not pristine, as if someone had placed it here, and I stand, here, I am waiting, I think I feel the presence of this someone, but I cannot catch his languid, despicable condescension. There is snow all around, a desert of snow, wind, and this is a clear sense of presence. There is definitely someone in my soul, perhaps even that I contact her through him, perhaps someone is me, the white wolf is running slowly, he is heading for tomorrow from now, he does not know what then and yesterday is. It is difficult to be snapshot, he is different, he looks at you, but you do not see him, he controls your inability to be him, he created you in his hallucinations, which you are so afraid to see in reality, and he knows a little more about you that someone- then another like you.

This sensation oozes from the unconscious, from above or below, you do not know this for sure, and anyway, even from the inside, it does not matter, this sensation is not in your coordinate system, it drowns you, fills you with the paint of the world, and you wallow in this world ocean in the hope of a random ship, he will save you, and the captain will do what he must, sell you into slavery. We are all from there, slave - this is not about the method, this is about the basis of the wind blowing through your mature spirit. The spirit is the wind, but another wind blows it. Does he not drive your spirit into the slavery of the northern white desolation? Yes, you believe that your spirit is invincible and that it is great, you even know that it is yours, but where did it come from? Someone blew it? Sorry, I could not resist.

And if this someone is like this, then what are you next to him? Like a door with which a draft plays, you rush here and there, warming loudly and freezing in the tense pressure of external circumstances, creating a semblance of tightness, closing the space with yourself, in an attempt to grasp and preserve the presence of this someone. Isn't the concept of the tightness of a group, of space, connected with this notorious attempt to keep not the spirit, but the one who sent this spirit there, the one who is more holy than holiness? What for? There are so many questions from the sensation of the wind blowing, the wolf is simply cowardly in space, his fur and eyes caught this impulse of inspiration. The eyes look where the wind is blowing from, the soul turns to the source of strength, to overcome in order to gain the ability, but the wind can blow away when the power of spiritualization is greater than your ability to be spiritualized. And then it’s not even a door, it’s a small bag, whose flight is beautiful at first, then ridiculous, and then hateful.